What is it my heart hopes to find?
A Prince, a peasant; I don't mind
I reach for love, the moon, and stars;
I am left here with nothing
The mirrored glass reflects a hollow soul,
And it's here that I've been told
My true love's coming,
But where is he going?
I am in love with a ghost ship searching everywhere but here
I court a thousand lies
Masked by a smile to hide behind
So take me now before it's too late;
Before destiny makes you wait
Why live a dream tainted by misery,
When no one will weep for me?
I have a heart of fire, but I know it's cold
And I know that I've been told
My true love's coming,
But where is he going?
I am in love with a ghost ship far away from here
I have yet to share my bed;
Which is a dream brought on by the day I wed
I know the secrets that haunt the memories
Which blow within the breeze
I have a heart of fire, but I know it's cold
Or so I've been told
So Prince, or peasant fall to your knees
And weep for me
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